The time we awake To a life we never chose No matter the joys, no matter the woes.
How we see The people, the places And the years written across their faces.
What we know Is true and just — Lies and malice shall turn to dust.
The lonely path to What the heart desires No matter the horrors that may transpire.
A glimmer of modernity In glassy eyes Heralding humanity, digitised.
A vivid memory That went from a spark To the last light one saw before the dark.